Page 33 of Screens Apart

“Maybe,” Taylor said. There was a dark edge to his voice that sent shivers down my spine and had my cock pulsing in his grip. “Maybe I just want to suck your cock… maybe I’ve been thinking about it all night. Thinking about stretching my lips around you, feeling you on my tongue… having you try to hold back and be good for me while I tease you. Making you wait until I tell you to come.”

“Fuck. Please, Taylor.” I leant forward and desperately searched for a kiss. Then I hesitated. Kissing was probably not a great idea… at least if I wanted some vague form of plausible deniability if Taylor caught my bug.

“Please what, baby?” Taylor asked, leaning in close, his breath ghosting across my face. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“P-please. Suck my cock. Make me come.”

“I don’t know.” Taylor ran his thumb over my slit, making me whimper. “I don’t know if you really want it.”

“Please. Please, Taylor. I need you. Please.” My voice was raspy, and I probably should have been sleeping instead of begging for an orgasm, but I was past the point of caring. I needed him to make me come. “Please suck me. Please make me come.”

“Good boy,” Taylor said, pressing more kisses to my neck. “You always ask so nicely.” He pulled his hand out of my boxers and disappeared under my duvet, sliding between my legs. I groaned as he nuzzled at my erection, mouthing it through the fabric of my underwear.

I opened my mouth to beg, but no sound came out except for a hoarse moan.

My dick throbbed under his lips. I wished he’d just take my boxers off so I could feel his mouth on me instead of through the material. But I’d forgotten how to speak, and all I could do was groan and fist the sheets impatiently.

I felt Taylor’s fingers sliding inside my boxers, pulling my cock out between the folds. He jacked it slowly, his grip loose and teasing, and when I tried to thrust up into his grip, he put his other hand on my hip, holding me still.

Fucking hell, that was hot. I was his plaything, and all I could do was take whatever pleasure he gave me. I couldn’t even see him, so I had no idea what he was going to do next. My whole body felt like it was on a knife-edge.

Then Taylor licked over the head of my cock, his tongue hot and perfect. I groaned, my lungs gasping for air. He wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over my slit. It was something that always drove me crazy, and every time Taylor did it, he had me whimpering and desperate.

His fingers toyed with my balls as his mouth slid lower, taking my cock into his throat. I loved that Taylor could do that.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as Taylor swallowed around me. “Fuck, Taylor.”

He hummed around my dick in response, and all I could do was whimper. His other hand was still holding my hip, keeping me still for him. Even when he was going down on me, he was still in control. I was Taylor’s toy, and I loved it.

Taylor swallowed around me again, and then began to move. His movements were slow and teasing, but everything was so wet and hot and tight I couldn’t even find the words to complain about how maddeningly slow it was. And even if I could find the words, I knew I wouldn’t get what I wanted. Not until Taylor was ready to give it to me.

I groaned again, then coughed and sniffed. I was almost glad Taylor couldn’t see my face, because I felt decidedly unsexy. My body was clearly reminding me that yes, sex was great, but I did have a cold, and three hours ago, I’d been complaining I was dying.

There was a rustling sound from underneath the duvet, and I whined as Taylor’s mouth released my cock. “Are you okay?” he said, his voice muffled.

“I’m fine.” I sniffed again. I hated this. All I wanted was to focus on the amazing blowjob I was being given, not on the fact that I couldn’t breathe properly through my nose.

“We should stop.” Taylor was already moving from between my legs.

“No, I’m okay,” I said, or at least tried to say, because then I started coughing again. Taylor appeared beside me, his hair ruffled and lips wet and swollen. Concern was written across his face as I casually hacked up my lungs. He slid across the bed, flicking on the lamp beside my bed and grabbing the bottle of water next to it.

“Drink this,” he said, thrusting it in my face. I took it gratefully, but my heart sank. This was definitely not how I’d pictured things going ten minutes ago.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I ruined it.”

“Don’t worry.” Taylor smiled at me, taking the bottle and putting it back on my bedside table. “I got a bit carried away when I saw you. You just looked so fucking sexy, and I needed a taste. Probably should have thought that through.” He laughed and wiggled down in the bed, opening his arms. It was what he always did when he wanted a cuddle.

“Are you sure?”

“Eh, I’m probably gonna catch what you’ve had anyway. Might as well get a cuddle out of it.” He pulled me into him, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I snuggled into his chest. “You feel a little cooler now. You’re not burning up.”

“I think I’m over the worst of it.” Now that I was snuggled into him, I was starting to feel sleepy. We very rarely shared a bed, usually going back to our separate rooms. Our excuses had always been that we both got up at different times, or that Steve would notice. The only times we’d shared had been when Steve was away for the whole weekend, and we’d spent most of the two days fucking. There hadn’t been much point in separate beds when we woke up wanting to fuck again.

That had been different though.

Those times, we’d slept on opposite sides of the bed. If we ended up snuggled up it had invariably involved one of us grinding into the other until we’d both woken up horny and desperate.

This was far more intimate. We hadn’t had sex, but that didn’t seem to matter. Taylor wasn’t here for sex. He’d come to check on me. And now we were cuddled up together, his hand stroking my back as I listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

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